Concentrate…

I’m just not feeling it tonight. I’ll be honest. It’s not what I’d call writer’s block. There are plenty of words there. I can feel them under my skin buzzing like bees. The problem is all the voices in my ear. Too many people inside my head, like a peanut gallery sitting in the back of the room that makes up my mind.

If only they were all characters for stories…. I’d grab a pen and start a roll-call. There are other people in there, real people. Some are very important to me, some are important in different ways. Each one is like a door. Sometimes you have to close one door before you open another.

Why can’t some of you be windows? I’m going to have to do something so I can focus. Meditate over a jigsaw puzzle or something. Maybe strong black coffee and incense in the morning. I’ll try most anything if it helps me concentrate…